“There is one thing to be said,” Roderick answered reflectively. “She is very strong.”
“Well, then, if she ‘s strong, believe that with a longer chance, a better chance, she will still regain your affection.”
“Do you know what you ask?” cried Roderick. “Make love to a girl I hate?”
“You hate?”
“As her lover, I should hate her!”
“Listen to me!” said Rowland with vehemence.
“No, listen you to me! Do you really urge my marrying a woman who would bore me to death? I would let her know it in very good season, and then where would she be?”
Rowland walked the length of the room a couple of times and then stopped suddenly. “Go your way, then! Say all this to her, not to me!”
“To her? I am afraid of her; I want you to help me.”
“My dear Roderick,” said Rowland with an eloquent smile, “I can help you no more!”